Beside the springhouse, the twittering zoom of a hummingbird’s courtship dive: from sunlight into cattail shadows and back. Tanager song.
Plummer’s Hollow
6/24/2009
6/23/2009
6/22/2009
Soft applause from the road bank: a doe’s ears flapping as she shakes her head to chase away the flies.
6/21/2009
6/20/2009
A hummingbird grooms itself in the middle of a downpour while a phoebe plucks insects from the side of the dead elm, hovering in place.
6/19/2009
Another dark morning. The wood pewee makes a rare visit to the edge of the yard, sings one, sad note, and snaps a brown moth out of the air.
6/18/2009
The black-robed cowbird at the top of the dead elm burbles authoritatively, like the Grand Ayatollah of the yard taking credit for the rain.
6/17/2009
6/16/2009
6/15/2009
6/14/2009
In the half-light, the soft crunch of gravel: a bear-shaped shadow ambles up the road, turns onto my walk, stops in front of my door. Waits.